I was a young, green technician. Leonard was a battle-scarred veteran, that hired on in the middle fifties.
Leonard had been around for a long time. Long enough to see many managers come and go. Just a few years away from a full pension, he didn’t scare easily.
It seemed his workplace was the proving ground for new managers. New managers introduced ceremoniously by parades of other managers. “I love a parade,” Leo muttered under his breath.
In the military, newly commissioned officers were called “jet jobs.” Would this newbie adhere to the script? Probably. Crack down at first, to show who was in charge, then slack off a bit.
New managers started by riding along with specially selected employees. The purpose was to get acquainted, also, to suggest more efficient ways to work.
Leonard was wise to such tactics. He’d listen to suggestions, then explain pros and cons, why these new methods wouldn’t work in the real world.
Wait long enough, this manager would be gone–just like the rest of them. Kicked upstairs, transferred, or sent wherever. Because managers came and went–you could count on it.